Warnings: FemSlash (Charlotte Flair/Becky Lynch), Fluff.
There's only four days left until Christmas. Four days for Charlotte to plan the perfect way to give Becky her present. Becky loves Christmas. The only thing she loves more than Charlotte is Christmas. It'd been quite the revelation to Charlotte the first year they'd lived together to find out that Becky was the sort of woman who would make fruit cakes that she'd inject with alcohol for a few months before Christmas, and that Becky is the sort of woman who on December first she puts old Bing Crosby on the Spotify and fills the house with crooning Christmas classics along with a real tree and as much tinsel as human possible.
Charlotte has been planning what will be Becky's present all year. In truth, she started planning this year's gift about two minutes after last year's. The moment Becky had stopped hugging her tightly, Charlotte had started the thoughts about what she could get Becky the next year.
What she plans to give Becky isn't much physically. It's just something small, and sparkly, that's she's had since she saw it in a display way back in June. It's small, sparkly and beautiful. It's basically her Becky but in the form of a ring. A ring, that's what she's planning on giving Becky. A ring. A ring and everything that comes along with this particular ring. Her Christmas present is her hand in marriage. It's a present Charlotte has been planning on giving Becky for a while, but she's never found the right moment. She's taken to carrying the ring around with her. In the summer it was in her purse. In fall, it moved to her jacket pocket, and now in winter it's in her coat's pocket. She knows she wants the moment she gives this ring to Becky to be perfect, but she's no idea when that perfect moment will be, so she carries it with her just in case.
It's not that she's worried that Becky will say no. She knows that Becky will say yes. They've mock asked each other a million times drunk. A million times that always get a yes, and on several occasions matching onion ring engagement rings. It's not the answer that has Charlotte worried. It's the setting. She wants it to be perfect. She wants Becky to think back on her proposal and to get as blushy and giggly as she does when she thinks of their first date. Second first date at least, because the first-first date had mostly consisted of laughing at a drunk, and bewildered Okada trying to settle into American life with his friends. The Three Beermigos are a weird bunch, but they're also really good fun to go drinking with, as was learned on that first-first date. She hopes there's karaoke at this Christmas party on Saturday night.
For lunch, Charlotte has decided to take Becky to the Santa's Grotto on the ground floor. She heard from one of the elves, a tiny gorgeous woman, that this lunch time they were going to let adults sit on Santa's knee. It's something that Becky loves more than anything about Christmas. Apparently, her father had been Santa when she was growing up, and because of that she had an affinity to the jolly old man. With that in mind, when lunchtime rolls around, Charlotte leaves the store in Sheamus' hands, and heads to the Brewed Awakening.
"Hello, Charli." Just before she can enter, Marty stops her with a slightly shift look on his face. "So…I'm obviously stalling and stopping you from entering your girlfriend's café for a reason." He smiles at her, and Charlotte blinks at him in confusion.
"Yeah…you wanna share that reason?" Charlotte tries to move closer to the coffee shop, but she's backed a little closer to the escalators.
"I mean, it'll be entirely obvious once you see, but for now, nope." Marty gives her a brilliant smile, and sits her down on a bench.
"Becks getting her hair and or nails did?" She asks, and Marty looks at her blankly. "I mean we both know that's what's happening, or you're hiding from someone, but I think you're past that stage with White'n'nerdy."
"Who?" Marty looks over at her for a moment, then shakes his head. "Do I want to know my nickname?"
"Do I want to know mine?" Charlotte counters, and Marty laughs loudly. "That's what I thought to be honest."
"Oh, it could be worse…pen?" Marty offers her one of the myriad glitter pens he has tucked in place of a pocket square in his vest's pocket.
"Do I want to know?" She accepts the sparkly blue pen, and tucks it behind her ear.
"Honestly, it's either the sweetest gesture of a man showing he's listened to me and is trying to show he understands that relationships are scary, or a sign that Kenny bought too many glitter gel pens on Amazon Prime." Marty shrugs, his gaze on the comic book store.
"He's a sweet guy." Charlotte shrugs. "You look like people tell you that a lot."
"Number one word used to describe Kenny Omega? Sweet." Marty sighs, and rubs his eyes. "I…it's not how I'd describe him, you know?"
"No?" Charlotte looks over at the hairdresser, and then turns to the comic book store. Kenny's just left, and is striding over with purpose. She's never seen the particular expression on his face before. It's something beginning with s but it's definitely not sweet. "I think you've a date."
"I do not, I have a client in five minutes." Marty's stood up though, and is walking over to Kenny. "You're good to go by the way." He calls out over his shoulder. She gets to her feet, and shakes her head at the display of cute awkwardness that Kenny and Marty are putting on. For all the blatant sexiness Kenny had been oozing as he approached Marty, the moment the Englishman was in arms reach, Kenny was his normal sweet self.
"Do you love my hair? I love my hair!" Becky comes bouncing out of the salon and into Charlotte's arms. Her fiery hair has been touched up at the roots, and there are beautiful loose curls in it, making it look like gorgeous silken flames.
"Your hair looks amazing, babe…I should get my hair done for Christmas too." Charlotte pulls Becky into a kiss, her hands tentatively touching the newly formed curls. "It's so soft." Charlotte murmurs, and Becky nods proudly.
"You're in tomorrow with Double-O Eggsy. He's got plans for you apparently." Becky laughs, and steps out of the way, as Marty charges past them into the salon. "Young love…" She chuckles, and waves to Kenny on the other side of the floor. Charlotte waves too, and she takes a hold of Becky's hand and leads her in the direction of the escalators. Becky glances up at her, and pecks Charlotte in the underside of her jaw.
"So, you don't want lunch?" She asks, and Charlottes fingers tighten around the box in her pocket. "Jordan's made the nice soup...and the good rolls."
"Sounds like a better dinner." Charlotte gently kisses Becky's hair, taking in the scent of the salon's shampoo. It smells a great deal like sugar cookies, and it's a perfect match to her sweet Becky. "You've seen the Grotto, right?"
"Yeah, of course." Becky looks over at her, and pulls a distrusting face. "Why?"
"Oh…well…I heard from a little elf, that Santa is going to talk older boys and girls today." Charlotte laughs as Becky suddenly breaks out into an enormous smile.
"You're joking? You have to be joking." She's practically vibrating, and Charlotte can't help but laugh as she watches the woman she loves quiver in childish glee.
"Not in the least, Becks. Santa is looking forward to meeting the prettiest girl in the mall." Becky leans against her shoulder for a moment, and holding her arm tightly, then she frolics over to the brightly lit display in the middle of the mall.
"C'mon! I wanna go speak to Santa!" Becky calls, as she joins the queue for meeting Santa. "I've an important question to ask him." Becky smiles, bouncing slightly. Charlotte loops her arms around Becky and kisses the side of her head. A queue to see Santa isn't quite the right place, but maybe the big man will give her some inspiration or courage, because she's going to ask soon, and she knows that Becky is going to say yes to her.
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